The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 5 He's a Dangerous Creature With No Morals
The red brick wall is covered with posters of the Faceless Man in military uniform, and bloody fonts are graffitied on it.

Dog-eared soldiers with rifles, steel helmets and pig-face gas masks kicked and walked across the street under the empty faces of the faceless people on the posters.Brushed and polished military boots stepped across the uneven and smelly alley intersection, and a newsboy in ragged clothes and trousers came out barefoot from the alley, waving newspapers at the top of his throat, shouting "one bullet, one newspaper" .

On the Garden Avenue outside the alley, it is noisy and prosperous.The clown entertainer with a singing and dancing girl set up the stage, the propagandist who plays and sings and promotes "Eco-friendly train, convenient for you and me" wears a gold ring on his finger, and the polite lady who walks out of an oil painting wears a breathing mask and faces the shop The bazooka in the closet pointing...

Order, beauty, prosperity, its neighbor is chaos, ugliness, ruin.

Gwen carefully blended in, dragging his layered box.

Probe left and right, suppressing the childish voices of 'ho' and 'eh', even if he already knows the characteristics of the story on the train in the memory of others, it is difficult to control...

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!
A piercing noise reminiscent of an air-raid siren blared, and an enthusiastic young man's voice came from a brass horn on a street lamppost: "People of Utopia, dog ears, cat ears, bear ears and feathers, please pay attention! Our 'folks' town class train will go through the bumpy zone on Utopia in a minute to two minutes, please be prepared, don't panic, don't cause non-accidental deaths."

bump zone?
Gwen looked around and found that the dog-eared man who was walking slowly before had hurried to the lamp post and wrapped his long tail around the lamp post.

bump zone.

Gwen's memory told him that the train would go through the bump zone two or three times a month, and each time it would last about five minutes and shake violently.

Utopia is an even bigger train, traveling along a huge track made by no one in the endless ocean called the Sea of ​​Illusion.On the back of the Utopia, there are huge wilderness, plains, and mountains, and huge tracks are built on it. The vehicles are named as "giant city level", "town level", "township level", "village level" and "station level". Classes' divided giant mobile trains run on the tracks, forming a utopian city circle.

But the most important thing now is to find a safe place...

He tried to get close to the group of Rongen people—the Rongen people are one of the four main races in Utopia, and they are characterized by dog ​​ears.

But he didn't get close, and was forced away by the other party's eyes.

Although it would be embarrassing to say it, Gwen is a bit afraid of dogs.

"It's really unlucky..."

Rongen's personality is a bit diode, the good ones are very nice, and the bad ones are very difficult to mess with.

Pedestrians on the street found a stable spot, but Gwen, who still had the reserve of modern people, didn't find a good place because he didn't squeeze.

Not long after, a violent shock came.

Like, if anything, what it's like to be on a runaway bullfighting machine.

But Gwen doesn't care, even if it's a real mad cow galloping, he believes that he can dance Thomas street dance on it with the balance that ordinary people can have after training.He tried his best to pretend that he was affected, and pressed one hand on the pull rod of the laminated box, showing a convulsive appearance by means of extremely clever force release and force.

…that’s the price to pay for being gregarious.

he thinks.

The fact is also the same, if when everyone is affected by this kind of shock, if he reveals that he can walk on the ground as if he is walking in his back garden, he may be targeted by other origin messengers.According to memory, it seems that there is some kind of "relationship" between the originator and the originator. If you can kill the originator of the same phase and get in touch with the reflection in the other party's heart, it is possible to improve your own ability.

So it's important to be camouflaged.

But it seems to be a bit overdone.Gwen felt the functions of this body. Although it was not as strong as one tenth of his own body in the previous life, it also had extremely good flexibility. Muscular and flexible, it was a beautiful body.

"Hmm... the turbulence zone should have passed?" a man with cat ears next to him muttered.

Gwen stopped twitching with a expressionless face but was so ashamed that she wanted to kill people, turned up the collar of the military coat, and dragged the thousand-layer box to leave quickly.He didn't forget to throw a beautiful bullet into the newspaper boy's cap next to him, and took out a newspaper.

Although with his current strength, he can live under the flyover for a long time in an almost snowy environment, but he still plans to see if he can find a place to live.

First of all, living under the flyover is too weird and bizarre.

The second reason is that he does not have the eccentricity of martial artists who cut down on food and clothing to sharpen their spirit.

The third is, if this body of my own lives under the flyover, it would be too pitiful and too violent.With such a petite and lovely body, even a rough man like himself would never allow him to live a careless and sloppy life.

I have already come into this world, although I don't want to say 'if you come, you will be safe', but it is human instinct to live.

He flipped through the newspaper, and as expected, he saw the car rental industry on the advertisement page of the newspaper.

"...the best single-family three-unit apartment carriages, with greenhouse carriages and small garden carriages...indoor cooking smoke is allowed...a small fitness center was built in the small garden carriages."

The rent is cheap. I heard that it is a haunted house. Is there a house more suitable for adventure than this?
But Gwen vetoed it.

He frowned and rejected it.

Because: "Too close to the gym, too far from the dining hall."

He can't cook.

Gwen put one hand on her face, trying to find a car apartment rental that 'could provide in-house private dishes'.

…………

Bang!
The newly invented spotlight helped the camera to record the picture: an old man whose chest had been cut open was lying on the ground.

"The deceased was the advisor of the Stealing Society at Mandela University, Lee West Kelder. Male, sixty-two years old, single."

Bang!
Photo: A bone saw like a torture tool on the ground, and a rubber raincoat covered in blood.

"The deceased's O pill was broken, the eyeballs were crushed, and the facial bones were shattered in many places, but the fatal injury was the two bullets that shot through the mouth."

The basement, where Gwen woke up, had been sealed off as 'the scene of some kind of murderous illegal occult association vendetta'.

There was a short-haired woman with squirrel ears in a black military overcoat, looking down at the report.

The report analyzed dozens of pages of 'vendetta' and even 'love killing' factors.

"This is handed over to the authorities as an official report."

She commanded a tall, bear-eared male police officer beside her with ease and said: "As for the real report, I will hand it over to the authority headquarters."

Officer Xiong Er shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "Director, you didn't report the truth to me..."

The short-haired woman with pine ears sneered: "How do we find out the real situation? Lee West Kelder was involved in [-] disappearances. A thorough search for permission' has come to nothing. There are some real bigwigs in the authority who are eager to see West's work, the forbidden resurrection..."

She lit the tobacco: "As a semi-official 'Secret Detective', I would like to thank the person who got rid of this guy."

"Please don't say that about Mr. Lee West Kelder. His contribution to medicine is enormous... If you continue to say this, I must warn you as an official driver."

"So it's not a warning?"

The woman with squirrel ears exhaled smoke, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I was joking. The person who killed him is definitely a dangerous person. If you add that strange talk..."

Her expression gradually became serious:

"I'm afraid a new 'Mind Flayer X' is active. Perhaps, he is now planning the next big serial mind flayer murder that will shock the entire Utopia!"

No.

The mind flayer is looking for a carriage apartment that will provide an in-house kitchen.

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　　I still remember that when the Witch first wrote it, I clearly updated it every day!What the hell changed me...Damn it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)